was just saying to Perse here how it looks like the boys took
to it all right."
Doctor MacDonald nodded. *' Yes, sir," he then said, " yes,
sir. And it'll sorter break the men in. By degrees." He
turned to Mr. Munn, looked directly into his face for an
instant, and added, "Won't it, Mr, Munn?"
"I reckon so," Mr. Munn answered. He was not really
paying attention to Doctor MacDonald's words.
Some fifteen men on the same night, but in widely separ-
ated localities, were to be taken out and made to scrape their
own plant beds. For the purpose the bands were to operate
in pairs. "Then they'll multiply that twenty men a few
times when they tell about it," Mr. Christian had said, "if
they do tell." Band 17 was to join with Band 18. The men
were to gather at an old camp-meeting ground a little way
beyond the place owned by Mr. Thomas Sorrell, who was the
captain of Band 18, and then move up the Murray Mill road,
which ran north-east, until they came to a covered wooden
bridge over a creek. The guide would be waiting for them
It rained a little in the early evening, a soft spring rain that
let up not long after dark. The clouds broke up and drifted
off the sky, and the starry sky, except around the horizon,
where low mists hung, had a clean, washed look. Here and
there along the road, the wet leaves glistened dully, catching
a little of that distant light.
" Hit's gitten right seasonable," one of the men said.
" Yeah," another responded. " Not long now till setten-out
time. Come a good rain about ten days from now, an' I'd
be setten a crop out."
" I reckon they's some as ain't," the first man returned.
But there was little talking as the men rode along toward
the covered bridge. They did not travel in a body, but
strung out in groups of two and three for almost a mile. Mr.
Sorrell rode with the first group, and Mr. Munn with the
last They met no one on the road.
When Mr. Munn read in the newspapers about the very